A man was getting married to a doctor's daughter. At the wedding reception, the father of the bride stood to read his toast, which he had scribbled on a piece of scrap paper.
Several times during his speech, he halted, overcome with what I assumed was a moment of deep emotion. But after a particularly long pause, he explained, "I'm sorry. I can't seem to make out what I've written down."
Looking out into the audience, he asked, "Is there a pharmacist in the house?"
“I dig,
you dig,
we dig,
he digs,
she digs,
they dig"
It's not a beautiful poem, but it's very deep...
I told my brother he was born on the highway.
After all, that’s where most accidents happen.
Knock, knock...
Who’s there?
Car go...
Car go who?
No, car go beep beep!